When formed our band,
we are all well manned
To journey afar to the promised land
The golden ore is rich in store
On the banks of the Sacramento shore
In an old boy's bowl
To California I go
There's plenty of gold in the world,
I'm told
On the banks of the Sacramento shore
As oft we roam over dark sea foam
We'll not forget kind friends at home
But memory kind still brings to mind
The love of friends we left behind
Oh, boys, oh, to California go
There's plenty of gold in the world,
I'm told
On the banks of the Sacramento
shore
We'll expect our share
of the course is fair
And sometimes sleep in the open air
On the cold damp ground,
we'll all sleep sound
Except when the wolves go howling round
Oh boys, oh, to California go
There's plenty of gold in the world,
I'm told
On the banks of the Sacramento
shore
As we explore to the distant shore
Filling our pockets with the shining ore
How it will sound as the shot goes round
Filling our pockets with
a dozen of pounds
Oh boys, oh, to California go
There's plenty of gold in the world
I'm told on the banks of the
Sacramento Shore
The gold is there almost anywhere
We'll dig it out rich with an iron bar
But where it's thick with
the speed of pick
We'll take out chunks as big as a brick
Oh boys, oh, do California know
There's plenty of gold in the world
I'm told on the banks of
the Sacramento Shore
Oh boys, whoa, to California go
There's plenty of gold in the world,
I'm told
On the banks of the Sacramento shore